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[rediscovering]

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[ He wears his own idiotic smirk back, turned on by this reintroduction of their competitiveness every time it crops up, the heat and implied violence between them striking some sordid, nostalgic chord within him. It's Zuko who's the brat, and always has been in one way or another, pushing back against Azula's dominance, trying to prove himself somehow, challenging her to a fight he knows he'll lose. But finally, in this case, even if he loses, he wins. His cock is already hard as she grasps his wrists, feeling her thin fingers wrap around him in the wrong places, and quickly forms a tight bulge within his jeans. He wishes he could free himself, but... he's pinned to the door. She has control. That's how it's going. He likes this game, seemingly some continuation of the game they've always played, just... a more grown up turn, as they've grown up. ]

[unstable]

[ It's hard to resist kissing him so she doesn't, pushing herself on her toes just enough to drag her mouth across his throat, leaving hot kisses behind. Honestly, if he'd cut off their potentially too-rough game right now and bathed her in soft kisses and sweeter caresses she'd give into him, always too aware of how soft she was for him in these moments when his goofy face makes her knees weak and her voice quiver for just barely a second.

But she's glad he doesn't, nails digging into his wrists much harder than intended as she yanks him across the room, worked up from their back and forth via text she didn't think she'd appreciate as much as she did. Maybe it was the threat of being caught, although it would take her another ballsy minute to ever do it again despite the thrill, just as concerned as he was with being seen and misunderstood, but for now she was satisfied they came out unscathed and needier for it. A mutual desperation, love, want for each other she always couldn't wait to satiate.

Once he's on the bed (where he belongs), her hands are quick to leave his wrists so she can get him out of his dumb pants. ]